The Arizona sentinel., 1887-01-15
T. Who transported
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her?''
 'Oh, somebody, big, cruel boy" returned the child, as obscure as an oracle.
 "Aye, sure to be boy at the root of such work as that Still, I'd go home if I were you, or you'll be lost or trans ported yourself" urged the man.
 '.No, ohI no, the Lady Anne will want me-"
 'Wen, don't go far" was the reply.
 Then the man tramped on, smiling at such baby make-believe, and very soon forgot all about the transported mite and her small seeker. Right and left glanced Elsie's blue eyes, but no Lady Anne was to be seen, only the gloom, the mystery, the green angle of leaves and the sunbeams fitting and straying, as if they too were seeking and searching Now little old woman met her.
 Please ma'am, have you met doll?" asked the little pleading tongue.
 No, dearie; did you think had' was the kindly answer.
 "Yes; there's one transported here, and I'm afraid she'll be lost.
 Elsie's tears were not far away now; she was so lonely and anxious, and the woods were so solemn.
 "And are you looking for herr" asked the kind old woman
 'Yes, I am looking for her"
 ''Then I wouldn't, or you'll be lost Come back along of me" coaxed the kindly soul.
 But '.No, no, must find her," plead ed the child,- and tripped away, farther and farther into the wood, farther from home, but, as it seemed, no nearer whatever to her pet, the Lady Anne. although her heart craved and hoped she was.
 Now she tripped through the white barrier-gate. An! whither were her feet carrying her? There was a disused well somewhere in this second wood, and yawning stone quarry, long left unworked, but terribly treacherous to unwary feet, overgrown with rank vegetation as it was. Poor little Elsie! the briars and brushwood were so dense here that they took hold of her like de- taining hands at every step, and, some how, darkness came steadily on all too readily, and strange sounds like the rush of wild beasts made her heart culver with terror.
 'Oh, Lady Anne! Lady Amer moaned she, as though the inanimate thing, if near, could answer her. Now snake wriggled past, and she screamed with alright. X good thing that the reptile was harmless, a good thing for the child's senses that it dis appeared; but the small, forlOrn thing was in a maze of bewilderment, and the dusky woods seemed teeming with horrors And still no Lady Anne, no small bundle of wax and finery, met her eyes in the gloom. An! what was that? A clear space with red sunbeams straying and seeking over the green sward, and there, dangling among a dense growth of underwood and rank vegetation, was the long-sought pup pet-the Lady Anne.
 ''Oh, my love, my darlingr' cried the delighted child.
 An, there, there, through bush. through bramble, she darted, but what was that? A hurtling, a clutching, scream The Lady Anne and her mamma had fallen down somewhere through the clutching bushes. No, not the Lady Anne, she still dangled there, pitifully unconscious. Then there was mighty hush, the trees nodded and shook their heads, the sunbeams crept away afrighted. The sweet day was dying there as well as out in the open country, and about poor Elsie's home, where the child was not. "Where is ElsieP" was the question of her father, and of kindly Patty too, who had been too busy to miss her be- fore.
 An! Bert knew, coming in with his cricket-bat across his shoulder to his evening meal.
 "She must have lost herself in the woods, searching for her doll, he told them, and confessed to the transporta- ton affair with shame-faced eontritiOn, looking away toward the woods.
  "Well for you both that she did not go over with you," quoth the farmer
 Or she'd not have told Rover and l should have quite died, i" piped the poor little maiden, as nestling in her fathers arms, he bore her home. ''Yes, she and Rover, under God, saved you," said her father. "And now, my boy, no more transporting of dolls, no more practical joking" so he admonished Bert. And Bert answered sincerely: "No, . father. no. Little Folks. A Burglars Benevolence.